Is It Just Me Or...
Title: Is It Just Me Or…
Author: enigmaxempress
Pairing: Yunho/Siwon
Rating: NC-17
Summary: umm…Hotel!sex = blatant pwp.
“Wait, wait.”
“What is it?” Siwon asks, pulling back in his attempt to kiss Yunho silly. Yunho looks from the concerned, ever-patient look on Siwon’s face to the elaborate set up of the hotel room. Renting the hotel room had been a spur of the moment decision seemingly made for them by the late hour and the unfortunate cancellation of Yunho’s flight.
Seemingly. Though now it all just seems premeditated.
"Nice hotel room," is all Yunho says. Siwon only smiles back, twin dimples and the twinkle in his eye making it hard for Yunho to contemplate much else. Siwon goes back to kissing him and there's really no more thinking involved after that.
This kiss starts out a lot faster than Yunho is used to with Shiwon; the other man preferred to take things slow, take his time to savor every press of lips and swipe of tongue. Yunho likes that, being savored, but this faster pace isn't bad at all. There's a different kind of heat to it; the usual flames stoked higher, hotter. Yunho whines into the kiss, gasping when Siwon reaches around to cop a feel.
"Whoa," Yunho says, unable to keep from pulling back in surprise. Siwon smiles again, closing the small distance between them to nip at the corner of Yunho’s mouth. It leaves Yunho sort of dumbfounded, that smile combined with the feel of sharp teeth against the delicate skin of his mouth. Siwon’s never like this: persistent and nipping.
The question must have been plain on his face because Siwon leans in again, a decidedly downward progression to the direction of his kisses as he whispers, “It’ll be a while before your next business trip. I’m allowed to miss you even before you leave.”
He licks a trail down the stretched column of Yunho’s neck, the tip of his tongue warm, and a contrast to the cool, slick path it leaves in its wake. The sensations render Yunho incoherent; the warm butterflies Siwon’s words leave him with collide with the sharp spike of lust in his belly. Impatient hands pull him closer, and then pull at his clothes, his hair. Somehow through it all, they end up migrating to the bed. The backs of Yunho’s knees meet with the side of the bed and they stumble onto the mattress, limbs askew but still connected at the mouth. Siwon rolls them around till Yunho is atop him, the once-neat coverlet bunched around them. He can’t seem to get enough of Yunho’s mouth, his own never straying too far from it, letting his hands do most of the wandering. He kneads Yunho’s ass with his fingertips, working his way inwards till the tip of one finger rests against the wrinkled pucker. Yunho whines, arching his back at the way Siwon’s fingers merely skim over his entrance. He rolls his hips, delighted at the friction he gets when his cock rubs against Shiwon’s abdomen. One hand slides between them and Yunho whimpers when Shiwon grasps the base of his cock, fingers unyielding.
“Why don’t you work for it this time?” The prospect of sucking cock does the oddest things to Yunho’s body. It’s not just the thought he likes, but the act of it. There’s just something about a cock in his mouth that Yunho can’t help but get excited about. Siwon’s cock in his mouth makes Yunho downright giddy. Siwon sits up as Yunho settles between his legs, one hand propped behind him to watch the show - which it inevitably will be if the look in Yunho’s eyes is any indication.
He kisses the tip first, the act nearly reverent as he lowers his mouth over the head. He sucks on it lightly at first, curling his tongue over the tip before proceeding to swallow the rest of the length whole. Siwon fights a shout at the sudden heat that engulfs him; past experience lets Yunho take all of him easily, clever fingers taking hold of his balls with the same practiced ease. But practiced or not, it never gets old, not with the way Yunho bobs his head eagerly enough for saliva to dribble past the tight ring of his lips. His enthusiasm washes away the hesitation in Siwon’s hips, finding a rhythm to counter the one Yunho has with his mouth.
His head falls back in ecstasy as he lets out a groan when Yunho concentrates on the tip, other hand stroking rapidly at the base. Siwon fists the sheets - Yunho’s hair - to fight the heat building in his groin, the tension working its way up his stomach and making his whole body as rigid as his cock. He slows down the pace of his hips in an effort to prolong the inevitable, but Yunho only bobs his head faster. In the end, Shiwon can do nothing but throw his head back and shout Yunho’s name.
Boneless, Siwon slumps against the mattress. Yunho licks up cum just as eagerly as he sucks cock.
On all fours Yunho kneels over Shiwon’s spent body, lifting one hand off the bed to lick at a finger. Yunho’s cock is still hard and leaking between them. He slides Shiwon a ready look.
“My turn?”
A/N: Just cleaning out my hard drive and came across this fic. Erm - I don’t actually know how this came about, but I do remember vaguelynormal asking for Siwon/Yunho a couple of weeks ago. I wrote it and sent it, and totally forgot about it lol. I didn’t like it when I wrote it and though it doesn’t seem so horribly written now, it’s certainly lacking. Idk doing anything about it though, considering Siwon/Yunho isn’t a pairing I’m particularly giddy about. So in essence, a fic written to appease/please a friend and seeing as she was marginally appeased/pleased with it, I’m good :D
Happy reading♥
Author: enigmaxempress
Pairing: Yunho/Siwon
Rating: NC-17
Summary: umm…Hotel!sex = blatant pwp.
“Wait, wait.”
“What is it?” Siwon asks, pulling back in his attempt to kiss Yunho silly. Yunho looks from the concerned, ever-patient look on Siwon’s face to the elaborate set up of the hotel room. Renting the hotel room had been a spur of the moment decision seemingly made for them by the late hour and the unfortunate cancellation of Yunho’s flight.
Seemingly. Though now it all just seems premeditated.
"Nice hotel room," is all Yunho says. Siwon only smiles back, twin dimples and the twinkle in his eye making it hard for Yunho to contemplate much else. Siwon goes back to kissing him and there's really no more thinking involved after that.
This kiss starts out a lot faster than Yunho is used to with Shiwon; the other man preferred to take things slow, take his time to savor every press of lips and swipe of tongue. Yunho likes that, being savored, but this faster pace isn't bad at all. There's a different kind of heat to it; the usual flames stoked higher, hotter. Yunho whines into the kiss, gasping when Siwon reaches around to cop a feel.
"Whoa," Yunho says, unable to keep from pulling back in surprise. Siwon smiles again, closing the small distance between them to nip at the corner of Yunho’s mouth. It leaves Yunho sort of dumbfounded, that smile combined with the feel of sharp teeth against the delicate skin of his mouth. Siwon’s never like this: persistent and nipping.
The question must have been plain on his face because Siwon leans in again, a decidedly downward progression to the direction of his kisses as he whispers, “It’ll be a while before your next business trip. I’m allowed to miss you even before you leave.”
He licks a trail down the stretched column of Yunho’s neck, the tip of his tongue warm, and a contrast to the cool, slick path it leaves in its wake. The sensations render Yunho incoherent; the warm butterflies Siwon’s words leave him with collide with the sharp spike of lust in his belly. Impatient hands pull him closer, and then pull at his clothes, his hair. Somehow through it all, they end up migrating to the bed. The backs of Yunho’s knees meet with the side of the bed and they stumble onto the mattress, limbs askew but still connected at the mouth. Siwon rolls them around till Yunho is atop him, the once-neat coverlet bunched around them. He can’t seem to get enough of Yunho’s mouth, his own never straying too far from it, letting his hands do most of the wandering. He kneads Yunho’s ass with his fingertips, working his way inwards till the tip of one finger rests against the wrinkled pucker. Yunho whines, arching his back at the way Siwon’s fingers merely skim over his entrance. He rolls his hips, delighted at the friction he gets when his cock rubs against Shiwon’s abdomen. One hand slides between them and Yunho whimpers when Shiwon grasps the base of his cock, fingers unyielding.
“Why don’t you work for it this time?” The prospect of sucking cock does the oddest things to Yunho’s body. It’s not just the thought he likes, but the act of it. There’s just something about a cock in his mouth that Yunho can’t help but get excited about. Siwon’s cock in his mouth makes Yunho downright giddy. Siwon sits up as Yunho settles between his legs, one hand propped behind him to watch the show - which it inevitably will be if the look in Yunho’s eyes is any indication.
He kisses the tip first, the act nearly reverent as he lowers his mouth over the head. He sucks on it lightly at first, curling his tongue over the tip before proceeding to swallow the rest of the length whole. Siwon fights a shout at the sudden heat that engulfs him; past experience lets Yunho take all of him easily, clever fingers taking hold of his balls with the same practiced ease. But practiced or not, it never gets old, not with the way Yunho bobs his head eagerly enough for saliva to dribble past the tight ring of his lips. His enthusiasm washes away the hesitation in Siwon’s hips, finding a rhythm to counter the one Yunho has with his mouth.
His head falls back in ecstasy as he lets out a groan when Yunho concentrates on the tip, other hand stroking rapidly at the base. Siwon fists the sheets - Yunho’s hair - to fight the heat building in his groin, the tension working its way up his stomach and making his whole body as rigid as his cock. He slows down the pace of his hips in an effort to prolong the inevitable, but Yunho only bobs his head faster. In the end, Shiwon can do nothing but throw his head back and shout Yunho’s name.
Boneless, Siwon slumps against the mattress. Yunho licks up cum just as eagerly as he sucks cock.
On all fours Yunho kneels over Shiwon’s spent body, lifting one hand off the bed to lick at a finger. Yunho’s cock is still hard and leaking between them. He slides Shiwon a ready look.
“My turn?”
A/N: Just cleaning out my hard drive and came across this fic. Erm - I don’t actually know how this came about, but I do remember vaguelynormal asking for Siwon/Yunho a couple of weeks ago. I wrote it and sent it, and totally forgot about it lol. I didn’t like it when I wrote it and though it doesn’t seem so horribly written now, it’s certainly lacking. Idk doing anything about it though, considering Siwon/Yunho isn’t a pairing I’m particularly giddy about. So in essence, a fic written to appease/please a friend and seeing as she was marginally appeased/pleased with it, I’m good :D
Happy reading♥